Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 18

A faint sound of running water echoed through the phone.

Briony's breath hitched, but she forced herself to stay calm. "Irwin's fever still hasn't broken. The tests say he has acute bronchitis and pneumonia-he needs to be admitted for IV treatment."

Rosita's voice instantly tightened with worry. "How could this happen? Wasn't he perfectly fine when Stewart dropped him off this morning?"

The accusatory tone made Briony's brow furrow. "Ms. Lockwood, I have to remind you—Irwin's health is fragile. He has a long list of dietary restrictions."

With that, Briony ended the call.

She clenched her phone and glanced at Irwin, who lay on the hospital bed, sweating and restless even as he slept. A burning frustration twisted in her chest, making it hard to breathe.

A nurse came in and started Irwin's IV.

After about fifteen minutes, Irwin began to sweat, and his fever finally started to subside.

Just then, the door to the room swung open.

Stewart and Rosita hurried inside.

"Irwin!"

rushed to the bedside, tears streaming as she

cheek and called

groggily awake, and when

voice thick with emotion. "Don't be afraid, sweetheart. I'm right here with

"Mom, don't go...'

tears came harder, her love and worry for Irwin moving everyone in the

closed, and

sobbed uncontrollably, as if

from his pocket and handing

without a word, buried herself in Stewart's arms. "It's all my fault. If I hadn't had such a difficult labor,

around her shoulders, patting her gently. "Irwin would be upset

Stewart murmured soothing words, comforting

everything unfold. Pain pricked at her chest, sharp and relentless, but her face remained

had no reason

the room. As she turned the corner, she nearly collided with Fiona, who was striding down the hallway with a maid in

but before she could react, Fiona raised her hand and slapped her